Sydney. Mother!
Margaret looks at her with twitching lips.
Sydney. Mother, you haven’t—
Margaret. I can’t talk to you now, Sydney.
Sydney. But Mother—
Margaret. Please.
Sydney. But Mother—
Margaret. Ask Kit to wait a few minutes.
Sydney. But—
Margaret goes into the inner room and sits down to write at a little desk near the window. Her back is turned to them and she is soon absorbed in her letter. Sydney stands deep in thought.